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'He is lying Akbar... he HAS to be!' He mentally whacked his face awake. 'He's twisting facts... to entrap you... he HAS to be... you know it!' Now was NOT the time to fall for such a trap! Definitely NOT in front of the Huzoor! He mentally whacked his face the second time around. 'Stay calm, Akbar!'

'Of course... my friends know to be careful...' Khalil let his whispers slither from the back of his throat into the lone man's ears with glee 'they HAVE to be - what with the Huzoor's troops, and your men around... yet, I can't help but worry about the Sahiba of Parnagarh - hoping she arrives at the capital, unscarred... like she was, when you left her last'

'Khalil' His brows knit into an aggressive grimace - since keeping his features impassive was getting physically exhausting in itself 'That's enough'

But the brute made it plain he had no intention of stopping. 'I do worry...' he tut-tutted 'after all... I have had the fortune of taking a peek at what lies behind that veil... such beauty - it's intoxicating... haunting... so, I can understand why other men would be tempted to do so...'

'Stop!' Akbar could feel the molten fury rise from his core and spread to his face and chest - his beats quickening, his skin flushed red. 'Turn deaf Akbar... for your own good... turn deaf!'

'And once the Sahiba is here... locked away...'

'Huzoor...I implore you...' Akbar spoke over the vulgar prattle - his short breaths forcing him to pause often 'please order this uncivilised man to STOP talking about another man's wife... and to keep away... or what follows, shall not be my fault!'

The Shehzaade broke out into a slow smirk that had resentment written all over it. He'd had ENOUGH of the drama and disrespect. Nevertheless, he had to split the duo now, if he didn't want it getting any worse!

'Khalil...' he exhaled 'step aside...'

'But all I was doing Huzoor... was warning our former Ustaad to confess his crimes... or, that the implications for him and his family shall not be good!' And before the prince could come back with a response, the general was back at where he'd halted - his boorish features lined right beside his victim's face. 'And once she's here... locked up... what is to stop me from paying her a visit?'